they tell me
i won’t get anywhere
if i don’t follow the rules
but honey
**** it
i want to be everywhere

i keep this love
in a phone case
that’s how we do it today
is it not?

why am i scared of the dark
when i know that i’m the light
won’t i shine bright enough
or will i scare the dark away
i am so scared
please don’t go
i need my light
and i need my dark
without them
i am nothing
but a shell

the hallway seems so dark
way too dark for me
i need to pass through
to reach the next door
but it’s so dark
so so dark

why would you shape my mind
to fit your mold
how could that be interesting?
how could that be fulfilling?
i guess it’s subjective
how you treat your subject

the butterflies in my stomach
turn to wasps in my head

as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones